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Though it was always more or less of a social annoyance, and at times an intolerable bore, to encounter the gossipy humorist, his numberless acquaintances, far from wishing him ill, admired his honesty and lauded his goodness of heart. Byle heard the children's voices, and straightening up his awkward form, turned to observe the advancing group.
Her buoyant step, her rising bosom, her clear, rich voice evidenced the vital glow of maturity in a woman still young a June rose blooming in May. Byle, pressing nearer, noted that the madam's hair was brown; her eyelashes long; nose, Grecian; lips, ripe red.
Byle was not the man to let slip such an opportunity of taking a look at the paragon, whose charms of person and brilliancy of mind he had heard many tongues extol; and he did not hesitate to join the family group on the river bank. His curiosity was amply rewarded by the vision of fair women which he beheld.
Uttering these elegant parting words, Byle bolted out of the room to the long porch. He stood a moment, then turned his face toward the door, where stood the lady, smiling her embarrassed thanks and adieux. Big tears were trickling down Plutarch's cheeks.
Burr, wincing at the vice-like grip of his new acquaintance, placidly responded: "Yes, there are few men more worthy of esteem than was my admirable friend Mr. Hamilton whom I shot." Byle was struck dumb. He could only open his cavernous mouth, and gasp. His heavy hand relaxed its hold, and dropped as if paralyzed. For a moment he stared at Arlington.
Byle listened to the solution of the lean-meat mystery with waning attention, for before the explanation was concluded his roving eye caught glimpses of an apparition more interesting than the gardener's dry sarcasm. He discerned, through openings in the boscage fringing the river bank on the Ohio shore, an object like a scarlet flag flying rapidly along. "Greased lightning!
Blennerhassett told me every particular of your brief sojourn here. She was charmed with her guests. I am sorry she happens to be from home. She has gone to spend the day with friends in Marietta." "That's where she was, by gum, the first time I called here," broke in Byle, whose unconscious temerity Blennerhassett, not being able to rebuke, had concluded to tolerate.
"Shall I holler to them?" asked Byle with the friendliest intentions. "By no means!" said Arlington hastily. "I have not the slightest interest in either of them. What have you here in your basket botanical specimens?" The inquiry set Plutarch's tongue running on his favorite theme.
"You 'pear to be out of sorts, captain. Sour stomach, likely. Better take a dose of saleratus." Hearing a strange voice, the cook, who was the captain's trusted confidant, came out. He was recognized by the ubiquitous Byle. "Abe Sheldrake! as sure as ham is hog's flesh! Abe, if there's an onrier man than you on earth, the bottomless pit is shaller."
"Did you receive mine, in which I explained the mistakes of Byle?" "No; I did not get such a letter. Tell me all the contents." "That will require time." "Did you answer my my question?" "Wait until you see the letter." "I don't think I can wait." "Then until we can talk on the boat."
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